”Mixing her father’s negatives from the Great Depression with pictures taken on her iPhone, the master printmaker created a series of photopolymer gravures that expand the concept of family memorabilia.”
I find this fascinating.
“Photogravure belongs to the intaglio family of printmaking. It consists of capturing an image on a plate that is printed by pressure through an etching press. Deceptively simple in theory, it is a photomechanical process of tactile delicacy and painstaking craftsmanship.”
I love her enthusiasm.
“There’s all this digital work that I love, but I really missed the physicality of making a print. With photopolymer gravures, you’re getting your hands inky and with those big prints… Oh boy! It’s so incredible and physical! You have to keep moving in order for everything to not smudge. You have to do everything very gingerly.”
Read more about the artist, Vaune Trachtman, at The Justice, an independent student newspaper at Brandeis University in Massachusetts.
A chance encounter brought a father and daughter back together again, sparking an extraordinarily moving journey of love and forgiveness in the face of mental illness, homelessness, and hardship.
While documenting homeless people on the streets of Honolulu, Diana Kim came across her own father. The man who she remembered abandoning her as a child was now homeless, unwashed, dressed in rags, and extremely thin.
Worst of all, he didn’t even recognize her. Read more about the emotional story to discover what happened next.
I invite you to take a look at some of the artwork created by the talented staff of one of our amazing Social Service Partners, Harborview Medical Center. Click here for more inspiration for our upcoming Spring quarter photography and portraiture classes, as well as wood, fiber, jewelry, and much more!
“Structured in Seattle”
I took up film photography last year – it’s been a great way to explore both the city and my creativity.
Rebekah Zaharia, Academic HR Manager, General Internal Medicine
“Portrait of Sheryl Feldman”
Andrea Gahl, RN, Trauma Nurse Coordinator, Department of Surgery
This is a portrait of my friend Sheryl Feldman. She is a writer, filmmaker, climate change activist, and co-founder of Hedgebrook, a women’s writers retreat on Whidbey Island. 32×32, oil on canvas.
“Diamonds are MMs BFF”
Jamie Leeds, Program Operations Specialist Supply Chain Management
“Gladys A. Bentley”
Nikki Harris – Dones, Medical Assistant Sleep Clinic
Gladys A. Bentley (Aug. 12, 1907 – Jan 18, 1960) “was a Gender-bending American Blues Singer, Pianist, and Entertainer during the Harlem Renaissance. She was a pioneer in pushing the envelope of gender, sexuality, class and race. ” She played a major roll early on the Black Queer community. This piece is mixed media of painting with pens, marker and paper.
In 2007 I was privileged to go to Rio de Janeiro in Brazil on a working anthropology trip for a class called Women, Witchcraft, and Religion. This is a gorgeous sunset I caught that evening as we were coming back to the hotel.
— PWA Participant Artist Dragonsong
Endings and beginnings can be bittersweet times of reflection. In this moment I’m pondering both; I recently moved out of the intentional community house I’ve lived in for the past five years. One of my favorite parts of living in our community was house dinner. Every Tuesday, we would gather to share a meal with the housemates, ranging from 5-10 people (you’d be surprised how many people you can fit in a 5 bedroom house!). I wrote this poem a couple weeks ago, in honor of our last house dinner. It’s filled with sweet and delicious memories from my time living with beloved community.
The Last House Dinner by Bex Lipps
Family is who gathers at your table Breaking fresh baked bread Filling each bowl to the brim before Holding hands for the ritual ……HOORAY!
Many meals over many years We weekly circled round this table Sharing the pulp of our hearts, The labor of our hands Cooking for each other is a love language And we are fluent
With raucous cackling We laugh at ourselves and our own absurdity Was it even house dinner if your abs don’t ache? Laughter is our medicine, The doses plentiful and strong
Oh, drench me in hollyhock And feed me to the hungry queers Devour me with a side of roasted vegetables Drizzled with balsamic memories I will feed you homemade cookies Until your soul is fully satisfied If you promise to remember This feeling of home